Fathers & Sons

The first coupla years in my apartment building I'd wander down to the lobby mailroom to check my mailbox maybe once a week, I mean who gets real mail anymore?, but I'm starting to notice I'm getting the urge to go down once a day whether I think I've got mail or not.

My dad wasn't a very social guy - not that I'm aware of, anyway - he mostly worked & went home and stayed to himself, so I don't have a lot of (or any) "oh man I hung out with your dad at ______ and we had such & such a time" stories out there from people, but the few times people have remarked on running into him have been going in or out of the Post Office.

So while I'm not a big armchair psychologist guy, it does remind me a bit of this:

What things are learned, and what things are inside us? For instance, over the past few decades I've gotten into the habit of once I lock into a flannel shirt to wear at home everyday I like to do just that. Meanwhile I remember my father doing the same from time to time; in particular I remember him wearing out a red & white striped shirt with a big tear in one of the elbows. Did I choose to do my own shirt thing because of watching him, or is it just one of those things passed on from father to son or is it just nothing at all because of course who doesn't like the comfort of a well-worn favorite shit every night? 🤔🤷‍♂️